The Over-Educated Nympho

A couple years ago was the only time I dated someone who didn’t fit easily into the relationship or the casual sex category. I have been on exactly four second dates in my entire life. Three of them were with guys I entered long-term relationships with. The fourth one was with The Russian.

It was on my way to work the year I lived in New York City. I always stopped at Bergen Bagels before going on the 2-3 subway line into the city. That day I was wearing a loooong pink bias-cut skirt that added extra sashay to my hips and extra confidence in my shoulders.

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I met a really great guy the other night. I still don’t have a cute moniker for him, so for now he will be known as Neighbor Guy.

We met, talked, and stayed up for hours on Friday night. He was one of the coolest guys I’ve met in aaages. No douchebag factor, no fuckwittage, no dumbassery, no assholeness.

No, I did not specifically ask him “DO YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND, WIFE, OR SIGNIFICANT OTHER IN ANY WAY THAT I SHOULD KNOW ABOUT RIGHT NOW.” But if it doesn’t come up in six hours of conversation (which included both Sweet Cheeks and I talking about how recently we broke up with our most recent boyfriends), then it’s probably mostly safe to assume he’s single. Normally I would “completely safe to assume” but I’ve been proven wrong enough times lately that I feel it necessary to leave room for the mind-fucker out-of-left-field situation.

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